Posts Tagged ‘Time Machine’
Dec
The Grandfather Paradox
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
They had told Christopher that time travel was impossible, that it violated the laws of physics. It took twenty years of obsession, but he proved them wrong.
Christopher had always been that way. Whatever walls surrounded him, he knocked them down. He remembered what Grandfather Warren had said, that he would never amount to anything. The insult burned at him every day, spurring him on.
So it was with great regret he discovered there was one law of physics he would never be able to break. No matter how hard he tried, Christopher was never able to kill Grandfather Warren.
Apr
Truce
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
It was a rivalry that lasted for millennia.
Napoleon, insulted by the assassination attempt, meticulously plotted his revenge. First on Elba, to which he manufactured his own exile, then New Jersey, where he perfected his own time machine.
The damage proved catastrophic of course. Our world took on the characteristics of both men. The emperor’s anal attention to detail coupled with George’s creative inspiration combined to forever warp reality.
These days, the friends laugh over the destruction they wrought. They occasionally admit to some regret, but proudly note the empire runs on schedule, and tea is always served at three.
Apr
King George And The Second Boston Tea Party
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
The Boston chapter of the Tea Party asked every newcomer to show identification. Too many liberal reporters had painted them in a bad light.
The old man was stopped at the front door. “ID please.”
“I don’t have any.”
“Why not?”
“Because ID’s are a plot by the socialist government to try and rob us of our freedom. Before you know it, they’ll have us locked up in death camps.”
“He’s one of us.”
Sweet success. First the time machine, and now this. George may not be royalty in this century, but his divine right to rule was still recognized.
Feb
A Stitch In Time
by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
Revere eyed the man to his right with a growing sense of animosity.
“I don’t know why I set foot in that infernal time machine of yours, Franklin,” he complained.
“Would you rather be back in 1783, listening to Hancock’s monotonous anecdotes?”
Franklin took the silence as a No. With a smile, he adjusted his bifocals and revved up his chainsaw.
“See you on the ground.”
Franklin leapt from the jet. He glided onto the back of the saber-toothed tiger, and with the skill of a man not new to battling prehistoric animals, beheaded the monster with one swipe.
“Tax this!”